“Good retort.”
“I know. Why don’t you answer the question?”
“No husband. No boyfriend,” she says, lifting her chin up.
“Lucky for me.” I wink.
“You’re such a charmer.”
“Nah. I’m a simple country boy who’s spellbound by a big city girl.”
“See, you’re trying to sweep me off my feet again.”
“Guilty as charged.” I smile wide. “So, we’re both single?”
“It seems like it. I assume you have honorable intentions in my regards, Mr. Sullivan?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And I can trust you?”
My eyebrows rise with feign indignation. “I’m wounded you’d think so little of me.” I even clench my chest for effect.
“To be fair, Mr. Sullivan, I don’t know you yet.”
“You’re right. Let’s remedy that.”
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
“I’d only say that to the prettiest of them all… you.”
Her perfectly painted lips form an O.
“Miss Callahan, I’ll treat you with the utmost respect. You have my word. Anything less would be uncalled for. I am a gentleman, after all.”
“Now that you’ve put my mind at ease, it would be a pleasure to spend some time getting to know you better,” she says in a formal tone.
“Well now, miss, the pleasure would be all mine.” I reciprocate her formality. “Shall we?” I extend my arm to her and she snakes hers through mine. The contact of her skin against my bare forearm sends an electric charge all the way to my balls.
“Handsome and gallant.”
I cock an eyebrow.
“What? You’re not the only one who’s full of compliments, Mr. Sullivan.”
I tilt my head back and roar.
With everything that’s happened to me in the last six months, my heart hasn’t been in a real laugh out loud kind of mood. This is the first time I let out a belly laugh.
Sweet darlin’.
“C’mon,” I say, guiding her through the crowd.
Her dress is so long, she has to pull it up with her right hand.
I catch a glimpse of her dark blue painted toes and her gold sandals. “Where are your cowgirl boots?”
She arches a brow. “Is it a requirement out here?”
